List (tm)

.


Things to do before I start school Tuesday:

• Laundry check
  
• Dishes check
  
• Clean living room and sewing corner
  
• Make Boyfriend clean his work space
  
• Write/post pics of Voltaire show check
  
• Write to people
  
• Get my fucking mail situation in order!
  
• Plant a keyboard garden
  
• Learn katakana
  
• Sew Sew Sew!
  
• Finish my Lolita jumper
  
• Sew a pocket into my purse check
  
• Sew a new purse with a shoulder strap screw that.
  
• Sew a Scout plushie for Ross
  
• Get more socks 3 pair's enough
  
• Finish 6 pages of IMJH for the Fall!
  
• Load mp3 player with new tunes and I'm loving it.
  

Things to do when I start

• Get a job
  
• See Bella Morte in Toronto with Ross Cock it, they fucking cancelled!
  
• Make friends that are marginally close to my age
  
• Boogie down with Emily!
  
• Finish reading Lolita
  
• Start writing again working on my first sci-fi ish story
  
• Finish issue 1 of IMJH.

Add/Delete? It's a mostly solid list, not necessarily in order, and there's always room for more.

Oh, and become a beauty queen just like Nell Campbell!!

Voltaire in Toronto!

So I waited a week before posting about Voltaire's show in the spectacular Toronto...

We arrived in the afternoon and walked around Younge (and North Younge because we got on the train going the wrong way- silly me for thinking it went in a circle) before heading over to Queen West.  Of course, we went to Silver Snail, and I saw Neil Gaiman's and Gris Grimly's Dangerous Alphabet book!  I wanted it so bad, but I couldn't shell out the cash because I was on the hunt for a French gn called Clues.  It showed up on Amazon.ca soon after it was released in France, but it was nowhere to be found (I looked everywhere... except at Chapters, which we didn't have time for, sadly). 

Then after a couple hours, we went back to the hotel and we had a quick nap before changing into our going-out clothes.  Then it was off to Savage Garden!

I dressed like this (petticoat courtesy of Gramma! and shoes courtesy of Emily). 

Voltaire's girlfriend Jaymee thought it was awesome how I used my corset's garter straps to lift the black skirt in the front to show off the red beneath :)  She said "I'm stealing this idea".  I glowed.  I adore that girl.



I ran into Voltaire at the merch booth where he had a plethora of tshirts to sell, as well as his limited edition Chi-Chian HotWheels and his Maiden Voyage Tour posters.  He gave me a hug and asked me how I've been and he was happy to see me up here.  He gave me a free poster for coming all the way up from Rochester to see him :)
He had his top hat on top of a pile of shirts (he's never in his Edwardian garb before the show) and I asked if he was selling it.  I said I'd give him 5 bucks, and he said, "But I only paid a buck fifty for it."  "Really??" I asked.  "No, 400.  It's real beever fur, too.  Go ahead," he said as he held it up to his crotch. "Feel my beever."  And I did, blushing.  It was soft, and I was jealous.  "Feels just like mine," I replied with a wink.  Then I asked him for a picture.



The show was awesome.  Johnny Hollow performed first, and they ended it with my favourite JH song "Rasputin".  I absolutely love them (we came up to this same place last summer to see them). 
Charles recorded most of the sho.  Votlaire even made a couple comments to me from on stage, as well as to Jaymee.  I took pictures (I tried a couple without flash, but they weren't having it... but no flash DID look good for Johnny Hollow).





After the show, I hung out with Jaymee the rest of the night and we caught up and talked about what we've been up to and about the video (which is not going to be released anytime soon because they can't get a hold of the footage! since Dancing Ferret closed its doors). 

Then came the time for us to catch a ride back home.  We tried to get out of there in time to catch a train back, but we ended up walking and taking the trolly and bus.  But I got one more lovely picture before leaving.

Movies

I could watch any Rachael Hurd-Wood movie a hundred times and still wouldn't get tired of them (or her).

She's going to be in Solomon Kane. I love this bloody (blooooody) story. The poster looks delicious!

Unrelatedly, I saw Hancock at the dirt theater last night... it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and it started to get pretty good after the chick had stopped destroying the city in a ridiculous display of PMS. Mr. Suburbia USA's little side plot marketing campaign was useless in the film, though.